Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.